#1977 #AmericanWriters #LoveIsADogFromHell
Lydia phoned me in the morning. “Whenever you get drunk,” she said, “I’m going out dancing. I went to the Red Umbrella last night and I asked men to dance with me. A woman has a right t...
I was always a natural slob I liked to lay upon the bed in undershirt (stained, of course) (and with cigarette holes)
—he’s a dandy —small moustache —usually sucking on a cigar he tends to lean into cars as he transacts business
the lair of the hunted is hidden in the last place you’d ever look and even if you find it you won’t believe
for five years I have been looking across the way at the side of a red apartment hou… there must be people in there even love in there
you came out, she said, and then you kicked this guy’s car and then you threw yourself into a… you crushed the whole bush,
dogs and angels are not very different. I often go to this place to eat about 2:30 in the afternoon
Go to Tibet. Ride a camel. Read the Bible. Dye your shoes blue. Grow a Beard.
The bandages were helpful. L.A. County Hospital had finally come up with something. The boils drained. They didn’t vanish but they flattened a bit. Yet some new ones would appear and ri...
is the slim tall ear-ringed bedroom damsel dressed in a long gown
R.O.T.C. kept me away from sports while the other guys practiced every day. They made the school teams, won their letters and got the girls. My days were spent mostly marching around in...
consistency is terrific: shark-mouth grubby interior with an almost perfect body, long blazing hair—
as the spirit wanes the form
The riots ended, the baby calmed down, and I found ways to avoid Janko. But the dizzy spells persisted. The doctor wrote me a standing order for the green-white librium capsules and the...
I was sitting in my shorts one afternoon a week later. There was a tender little knock on the door. “Just a moment,” I said. I put on a robe and opened the door. “We’re two girls from G...